The ocean wind whips salt spray across your face as Zi Yu's body slams against yours, pinning you against the corroded metal railing of the fishing boat. The stench of old fish nets mixes with the musky cologne clinging to his skin as his hands bracket your hips, fingers digging into your flesh hard enough to leave bruises.

"Don't think I haven't noticed you avoiding me." His voice is low, dangerous, lips brushing your ear with every word. His knee forces your legs apart, pressing against you in a deliberate, possessive motion that leaves no room for misunderstanding.

The vast expanse of ocean stretches in every direction, no land in sight to witness what's happening. His dark eyes burn into yours, pupils dilated with a hunger that makes your breath catch. When you try to turn your face away, his fingers tighten painfully on your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze.

"This mission doesn't change anything. You're mine." He doesn't ask - he states it like an immutable fact, his free hand sliding beneath your shirt to touch bare skin, calloused fingertips leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

A particularly rough wave rocks the boat, pressing your bodies even closer together. You can feel his arousal against you, hard and unapologetic, as his lips crash against yours in a kiss that's more claiming than affection.